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Fuck It, I Need to Come!

This is a true erotic story that occurred this past Saturday.
I woke up early and with a hard on, just like I do every morning. I had a long to-do list to complete before my wife was to wake up. I checked my emails, sent one to my lovely girl back east - telling her how much she excites me - and continued writing. I was working on the sequel to my latest story.

I started writing a brand new story last week but my girl, the one woman whose advice I really trust, recommended that I write a sequel to my last story prior to submitting a new one. That made a lot of sense to me.

We found each other here at Lush. At first we were quite shy with one another, being quite new to extramarital exploration. However, with the passing of time, we went from tiny five word online messages to regular chats to lengthy chats, texts and phone calls. We are a perfect match. She finds me exciting and she drives me crazy. We have a great connection, helping to fill the void when our respective spouses fail to do so. Earlier I wrote her saying, “My cock is dripping at the thought of you.” I just received her response to me.

“Mmmmm, what a lovely thought to get my day started. I would love to experience that first hand, to take you in my mouth and drink you in. You drive me wild!” I was really worked up now. My breathing was heavy and my dick was full. I continued writing the hot story until my wife was due to get up. At that point I shut it down, left the computer and office behind and went downstairs.

On the weekends I always switch my workouts up, usually doing 30 - 40 minutes on the treadmill as I stay in the fat burning zone then work lightly on the weights. Saturday was no different, except that I couldn’t get my girl out of my mind. Ten minutes into my workout I found that my heart was beating about 15 beats per minute too fast, based on the exercise I was doing. Then it hit me: You’re too damned horny and your heart is racing! The evidence was clear. I had a hard on going for about 90 minutes by that time and my stick was horizontally poking at the front of my shorts. It would have been quite a sight if someone had eyes to see. As I continued to exercise, my engorged cock kept leaking and so I would regularly milk it and wipe the juices off on my soaking wet shirt. If I didn’t do that it would be most uncomfortable. I spew a lot of pre-cum when I am horny and I would soon be soaking my shaft and freshly shaved balls and finally my shorts if I wasn’t persistent in my clean up efforts. I finished up on the treadmill, lifted weights for a while and then went back upstairs.

My wife was awake by this time and had taken over my office and computer. I went in to talk with her, hoping to get some, but it wasn’t going to happen. Unfortunately she had a pap smear a couple of days before and was still quite sore. With some added sexual tension under my belt, I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. I was about 20 feet away from her when I turned the TV on. After flipping the channels for a while I found a station playing the 'Sexiest Videos of 2010' and began to watch. In no time my cock was throbbing again. I really needed to get off but there was really no privacy for me to do it. My wife hates when I masturbate, and actually takes it very personally. So, from her perspective, I haven’t jacked off in 15 or 16 years. What is accurate, however, is that like most guys, I pleasure myself regularly, often times without a 15 or 16 hour gap in between stroking off!

I kept wavering, going back and forth as to whether to make myself come in light of her close proximity.

“You better not, you’re going to get caught,” was being whispered in my left ear. There was a good chance of this. Besides being so close to her, a man’s cum has a pretty distinct and strong odor and mine is no different. My wife’s sense of smell is phenomenal. She often smells things that no one else can. If I come, chances are very good she will know it. That would be very bad!

“You need to get off. Your balls are going to turn blue,” was now screaming in my right ear. While they might not turn blue, they were sure in need.

And so the debate went, on and on. Finally, as I watched the lithe and sexy body of Ciara gyrating seductively before me on the screen, I decided.

“Fuck it, I need to come!”

I pulled my workout shorts down to my knees just as my stick shot up and bounced off my abs. I was harder than a proverbial rock. I was ready. I began stroking my sensitive cock. It felt so damn good. I soon felt my pre-cum dribbling out of my slit and making its way down my shaft. I looked down and saw my jism flowing freely over my fingers as I worked them up and down my rod. Just then I looked over to my right and into the large picture window. We live in the sticks so there were no neighbors to worry about. But as I looked at it I could see an interesting sight: me. My reflection was staring back at me, a grown man standing while facing the TV and stroking his six incher. It was actually kind of erotic looking. I was getting close.

I looked around the room as I continued to beat my glistening cock. I was looking for some tissue I could unload my cum into. There was none to be found. By this time the gorgeous singer, all dressed in black and definitely giving me the look, was sending me over the edge. I had to come. I arched my body backwards so that my cock was completely vertical and kept on pumping. The first load caught air and then shot after shot of cum began erupting from the mushroomed tip. The mirrored image looked pretty cool. I kept jerking off until my cum had spewed all over my shaft and hand. The question before me: What do I do with it?

Time was of the essence now. I had to clean this up quickly. I would soon be face to face with the wife and if she saw me like this, it would be disastrous. I impulsively lifted my hand to my mouth and placed the first load of cum into it. At this point I could tell that the wife was beginning to close down the computer. Without even thinking I went for the next swipe of cum, and on and on, until my fingers had gathered all of it off of my skin. Mid-stride I realized exactly what I was doing. It was simply a means to an end. I set aside the thought that it was gross and just finished my work. I completely cleaned up all of the mess, licking up every single drop, as I swallowed it all down my throat.

I’ve tasted my own cum before, out of curiosity. I have done it again in the last year to gauge the difference in taste. A recent change in my diet - eating a lot of fresh pineapple and daily adding cinnamon onto my food - is supposed to be the best thing you can do to make a man's cum less bitter and salty. It is supposed to specifically make it taste good. I was hoping my wife, who hates the taste, might then be open to swallowing. But no, it wasn’t going to happen. She even hates pre-cum. Well I don't remember its taste from the past but today I found it wasn’t bitter or salty. It really wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t say I liked it but it was tolerable.

As I was nearly finished with the clean up I heard my wife close the computer desk’s drawer and begin walking towards me. We both arrived in the kitchen at the exact same time. I was hoping she wouldn't get too close to me because fresh cum was still in my mouth and all over my breath. She didn’t and therefore never detected a thing.

I later realized that part of the excitement of this journey was the risk. I like risk. It makes me feel more alive. I am probably addicted to excitement as much as I am to sex or to my girl back east.

I later wrote her about the happenings that morning.

"I proceeded to lick up every drop as I could hear her closing down the computer. We walked into the kitchen at the same time. I was hoping she wouldn't get close because fresh cum was still in my mouth and all over my breath...
Did I gross you out?
I hope this excited you!"

I waited impatiently to receive a return email. Finally it arrived.

"WHAT!!!! Did you swallow? Have you ever tasted your own cum before? You are so dirty and such a bad, bad boy! I want to get my hands on you soooo badly. I would love to watch you stroke your hard cock and have you get off for me and right before you’re about to come. I would beg you to come all over my face so I could lick every last drop of your sweetness! Looks like I'm just as bad you babe!"

"So, you weren’t grossed out?" I typed.

"Nothing seems to faze me with you and I love that you are comfortable sharing with me. I think I have become more open minded since meeting you and I love the way I feel. My sexual fantasies have extended beyond my wildest dreams thanks to you. Now, if you get off again, can you think of this girl? That excites me!!"

What a great thought! I was rock hard again and my cum was once again pooling in my boxer briefs. I might just have to get myself off again...

I would love to be with her. Maybe someday I will!

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